Disclaimer: I do not own uglydolls. I also do not own the pictures, or the songs.

(This is a uglydolls 2019 Oneshot)

(Its, lou-centric)

(Warning there is arguing that might be a bit sensitive to viewers)

(I haven't uglydolls a lot, so forgive if some of the characters are ooc..)

(Credit to @qwertuno for some ideas in the chapter..)

(This takes place after the events of the movie..)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Finding

/ˈfʌɪndɪŋ/

Noun

1. is a discovery, especially by scholars or scientists. Finding is the act of researching or analyzing something.

2. the action of finding someone or something.

Hayden opened her bedroom door, irritated. What the hell had woken her up?!

She rubbed her eyes, someone was going to pay for making her come awake at 4.00 in the fucking morning.

But what?...

Something was telling her that it wasn't right, she wasn't right, William wasn't alright-

Wait, William! His injuries needed attending!

Hayden got up, got dressed, and went out her door.

But why did she get a bad feeling? And why now?

Her silver hair was standing at the base of her neck as she approached William's door.

She froze as she heard painful groans. What the fuck was he doing?

Please don't be Masturbating again...

It was embarrassing when she had discovered him doing it, turns out he had a love for Mandy.

When she opened the door, she screamed.

Her eyes watered, and she felt like throwing up.

There was blood all over the floor, and William's body was bareky still alive.

She clamed herself down, and checked his pulse.

Still alive...

She hualed his body onto his bed, and got bandages from the bathroom.

She put then around his aounds, and rung 911.

"Hey, my friend has been injured, can you be here as soon as possible?"

"An ambulance will be there in 10 minutes..."

"Thank you..."

She hung up.

Hayden needed to tell Ox, but the walk was at least half an hour away by foot.

But she needed to tell him..

"Don't worry, William.." She assured him. "I will find out who did this to you.."

It was a vow that she was going to keep.

***

(In Ivy's mind..)

Struggle

/ˈstrʌɡ(ə)l/

Verb

1. make forceful or violent efforts to get free of restraint or constriction.

2. to make strenuous or violent efforts in the face of difficulties or opposition struggling with the problem.

The was a struggle between the two sides as they fought for the control.

They coukdn't agree what the people who wronged them deserved.

"Just accept it!" Ivy yelled. "They deserve it..."

"No.." Ivianna protested. "They deserve mercy.."

Iv just stood there, undeciding. Who should she choose?

They were currently in the shadows of ther mind, where her two sides were separated.

It seemed like Ivy jad lost her sanity, but Ivianna was dead to the world, she wanted to be gone.

Who coukd she be permanently?

"Not everything has killing a solution!"

"How woukd you know?! You abandoned me? You abandoned her! You keft us to fend for ourselves just because the world wasn't fair to you!"

Whoever won had full control and the other couldn't take over without their consent.

"Iv.." Ivianna grabbed her hand. "You can't be with her, you need to be one with me, she'll make you do things that you will regret!"

Iv didn't know what to do.

There were three aides at the moment.

Her, the normal.

Ivianna, the good.

Ivy, the dark.

They were separated when both of them began to fight for control.

She would be fused with whoever she chose.

"Iv.." Ivy strated. "Ivianna abandoned us! She didn't care when she left us! She is selfish! I might kill people and be deceitful, but I have never lied! She has! She promised us that she would be back! But she never did! She wants to play the hero now to make it look like she isn't the villain.."

She had actual tears in her eyes.

Ivy was right, she didn't lie (that much). But Ivianna had broken their hearts and had abandoned them.

"You.." She muttered, and took her hand. "The fucking dolls deserved it, they've made ours and loads of dolls lives a living hell..."

Ivianna snatched her back. "No, Iv. She is manipuleting you. I may have abandoned you, hut I didn't enjoy it. I wamted to leave this, yes. But I love you both. She just wants to use us..."

She didn't know what to do.

If she chose Ivianna, she woukd be normal, she woukd be good. She coukd have a chance to move on from Ivy's three lovers who were a bad influence on her mind.

She could be free, she could live a life that she always eanted, they wouldn't be trapped here anymore. Not with her demons, anyway.

But her gut wanted revenge. It told her that it would bengood, at least temporarily.

If she chkse Ivy, she would live a life of gangs and bounty hunters on her head. But she woukd get the thrill of living life to the fullest.

She could make any dolls' lives a living hell.

"Ivy.." She asked, taking a look one last time as her normal self. "Please take me away from this cruel world..."

She grinned, albeit cruelly. She higged Ivy close to her, the little one's head buried in her head. "Don't worry, little one. Everyone will pay. Now, it's time.."

Little did they know that she altered Iv's way of thinking. Ah, the powers of sharing a mind with someone. It was amazing.

Ivy snapped her fingers, and a bright light appeared, blocking Ivianna from their sight.

It was all white, and seemed to swallow everything around them except for the two in it.

"So?" Ivy asked. "Are you ready? Little one?"

The other shyly nodded, and she smirked.

Ivy smashes their lips together, and the light got smaller around them as they went into the air and fused together.

Ivianna shielded her eyes, but then opened them. To her terror, it was only one person standing there.

Ivy.

Iv have become one with her, and she now had total control over their mind and body. She was terrified.

She smirked. "It's ok, Ivia. Just go back to your void, and you won't get hurt.."

She felt something on her neck, it was Ivy's hand. Was she going to die?

"No.." She muttered softly. "I would never hurt my kinder counterpart.."

She felt herself being gently thrown backwards.

"But you will not stand in my way, and I will do what is necessary to keep us safe..."

***

(In reality..)

Gnawing

/ˈnɔː(r)ɪŋ/

Adjective

1. is nonspecific: it's often used to describe a feeling of over-fullness, bloating, or discomfort after eating.

2. persistently worrying or distressing.

Ox had it in his gut. He couldn't believe that he had been knocked out and sedated.

He only remembered being at the washers, Lou screaming, then waking back, and then they were ambushed.

He felt discomfort at the fact that those dolls could be hurting Lou and that they couldn't do anything about it.

And the note they found earlier didn't help anything. It only just helped confirm their suspicions.

He remembered being knocked out by Blaze. Those dolls hated him, no, their leader, Ivy, loathed him.

He was lucky not to be on any of their client's shit list. She would have no hesitation killing him if he was.

People might fear all of them, but Ivy was the one you needed to watch out for.

Blaze kills you quick.

Absentia only seduced you and killed you quickly.

Phoenix only hacked, she never killed.

But Ivy, she would torture you, he had seen her at work before when she was pissed off at another doll.

The torture would last who knows long? She could do it for a month if she in a bad mood.

"Lots of hate from Ivy and her lovers~..."

She was capable of caring, so she wasn't a sociopath. Ivy wasn't a psychopath either, so what the hell was she?

He knew that she had another personality, but who was to say that it wasn't darker than her?

It didn't help that she had been through trauma and was friends with Lou.

But what did she want from him? Why did Lou become important to her?

She wasn't interested before when Ox had banished her from Uglyville.

Wait, he had banished her from Uglyville. No wonder she was pissed!

He couldn't ask any of her lovers to come on his side. Even if they felt guilty, they would always stick with her.

Mandy was currently freaking out at him as well. "I'm sorry, Ox! I should have done something!"

"It ok.." He tried to reassure. "We couldn't have know what was going to happen.."

In truth, Ox blames himself for what was happening. He felt like he could have something, wait, he actually could have told Lou the truth about who he actually was.

"Ox!" He heard another voice shout, It was Hayden.

Why was she here?

And why did Ox feel like something was going to happen?

***

Order

/ˈɔːdə/

Noun

1. the arrangement or disposition of people or things in relation to each other according to a particular sequence, pattern, or method.

2. an authoritative command or instruction.

Arielle didn't know why Ivy had requested this particular order.

Her green eyes scanned the unconscious doll in front of her. He was a dark skinned fellow with red hair and brown eyes.

His name was Jacob, and he had pissed off the four most ruthless criminals in Uglyville.

It was his mistake. Whatever he had done, he was certainly going to pay for it. She almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

She may be a criminal herself, but she didn't fucking use dolls to her advantage and rape them.

"Have you got him in the room?.."

"Yeah, Blaze.." She replied, waving a knife in her hand. "Mark and Natalie brought him here, you can pick him up in about an hour.."

Blaze spoke again. "Thanks, Ari. I'll make sure the pay your receive is good.."

"Thanks"

"Do what you want with him, but don't kill him.." She could hear the smile in his voice. "That's our job"

You mean torture...

But she didn't say it out loud. It could have serious consequence if he thought she was against him.

She hung up, and felt the guilt rise within her. Arielle may be a killer, but she actually didn't like doing the deed.

Her friends forced her to do this, and she had found it addicting. And unfortunately, it outweighed the guilt by an enormous amount.

The torture was just...intoxicating to her. She couldn't get rid of the urge to do it, it was like a drug.

But there was no rehab for it, no cure. She could only do it more.

Everyone in this business had a reason to do it, hers was just that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it was also one of the best things that ever happened to her.

Ivy and her may not hang out often, but she treated her as if she was her family. She was capable of caring for someone if they proved loyal.

Plus I have known her for 3 years...

Ariel chuckled at that, how time flies.

Then she heard a groan. She turned her head, and found Jakey waking up.

Her men immediately came into the room to stand beside her, it was Mark and Natalie, her right and left hand man and women.

They protected her from harm, and she considered them family. Their stories were only known to her, and she was alright with that.

She'd give a hint though, they were both tragic.

"W-where am I?" He realised he had chains on his hands. "What the fuck?!"

"Hey, Jacob.." Arielle greeted, tone emotionless. "You have been a bad boy, and bad boys boys need to be punished.."

Natalie and Mark remained emotionless, their only purpose was follow orders.

Her phone rang. Oh, it was Mandy!

"Take care of him.." Arielle ordered. "Don't kill him."

They both nodded.

"Hey, Mandy.." She greeted. "What do you want?"

"Can we hang out?.."

"I'm a bit busy right now, I'm with a friend.."

"Oh.."

Dammit, she couldn't resist that tone. "But I can meet you in about half an hour.."

"Perfect, thank you!.."

Arielle hung up the phone. It was just as Ivy said, Mandy was a bit too predictable for he taste.

She rang someone again.

"Boss.."

"Yes? This better be important-"

"It was just as you said.." She interrupted Absentia. "I got a call from Mandy, she wants to hang out later"

"Get her drunk, I'll tell Ivy what happened. Well done, Arielle your my favourite worker.."

"Thanks.."

"Your welcome-.."

A pause. "Ma'am?.."

"BLAZE, GET DOWN FROM THERE!" There seemed to be a struggle. "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR HAVING A TANTRUM RIGHT NOW, GET DOWN!"

Another pause.

"Shit, I left the ringer on..." The phone was picked up again. "Sorry about that soldier, Blaze was being a PAIN IN THE ASS!.."

Arielle wisely hung up.

They may be psychopaths, but they are weird...

Whatever, she went back into her prisoner's room, and was astonished as to what she found.

Jacob was covered in cuts and bruises, and a lot of blood.

She left the room for five minutes, and this is what happens.

Oh well, looks like they got started for her. "Good work, soldiers.."

She mockingly laughed at him. Jacob looked scared shitless.

Natalie gave her a knife, and she thanked her.

She was going to play with him.

She began at his shoulder. A quick stroke, a second, the touch of a cold blade so sharp that it sank into his skin. A curve. Her name. The scent of blood filled the air between them.

She only laughed at his screams. He was going to get worse than this later, he should thank Arielle for her mercy.

She got a scalp out, and started at his arm.

Natalie and Mark watched from a distance waiting for orders. They remained emotionless as Jacob cried for help.

You can guess how much blood was spilled after that.

***

Twisted

/ˈtwɪstɪd/

Adjective

1. to combine, as two or more strands or threads, by winding together; intertwine.

2. (of a personality or a way of thinking) unpleasantly or unhealthily abnormal; warped.

You could call Ivy a twisted person. She was bad, there was no doubt about that.

She was currently holding a gun in her hand, waiting for the right moment to make her move.

It was a pistol, but Blaze has invented a special bullet that let the person have a delay strike from any direction.

It's cool.. She thought. I rarely use the guns, it's more Absentia's style. But I think this time is an exception...

She patted her gun holster, it seemed perfectly content there. She would let it stay there until it was neccessary to use it.

She was currently hiding behind the wall behind Ox's house, the darkness amd the shadows covering her.

They seemed to like her as they never let her get caught. If they didn't, the darkness wouldn't allow you in its place.

It was a good thing that she was a screwed up individual then.

It was thanks all the abuse, all the bullying, all the crap that Ivianna had made her go though.

It broke her.

Ivy had surrendered to her inner demons a long time ago, it was better than fighting it.

Turns out thst they coukd make you into a stronger person that you were before.

She wondered why she had fought them until now.

Probably because Ivianna was still there...

Enough about her, it was Ivy's time to shine now.

She heard Ox's conversation with Hayden. "William is alive.."

What?!

Ivy felt surprise rise within her, that piece of crap was still alive?!

She was going to make a phone call in a minute.

"But who did it Hayden?..."

Ivy felt herself freeze, the bitch better not-

"It was.."

Oh hell no.

She aimed the gun, and fired it at the back of her head. Said person gasped and dropped to the ground.

A load of gasps came from the dolls around them, but she didn't care.

"Blaze!"

The phone was answered.

"What?!"

"You need to go to William's place, and get him. You need to get there within half an hour. He's in his room, probably bleeding to death.."

"Sure..."

"Thanks..."

She hung up, shit. She had been reckless.

Ivy didn't care though, she wasn't going to let that bitch live anyway.

As someone passed her, she retreated back into the darkness. It was where she belonged, anyway.

She was never going to let anymore harm her best friend again.

***

Unsure

/ʌnˈʃʊə/

Adjective

1. not having much confidence, and tending to behave in a nervous way.

2. not feeling, showing, or done with confidence and certainty.

Lou was unsure of whenever to actually trust these people or not.

He sat on his bed, just laying down and closing his eyes. They seemed familiar to him, but he coukdn't pin point it properly.

Yes, he had a memory, but he didn't have one of when they had spent quality time together.

How can I trust them?...

No response. It dawned on Lou that he had become a bit dependent on the voice in his head.

Was it bad?

He didn't know.

Then the door opened. "Lou?"

He sat up, it was Phoenix. "Hey, Phoenix.."

"I just wanted to ask you if ya wanted to join us on something?"

He had a feeling in his gut now. "What, though?"

"Just an important meeting?.." She was a good liar. "We just wanted to knkw if you wanted to join since your our guest.."

He shrugged. "Sure..."

Phoenix seemed like a trustable person. He liked her. As friend, she was good.

Little did he know that it that they weren't holding the meeting with him.

It was for someone else.

***

(In a deep place in Lou's mind..)

Inner demons

/ˈdiːmən/ /ˈɪnə/

Noun(s)

1. an evil spirit or devil, especially one thought to possess a person or act as a tormentor in hell.

2. Personal struggles in your mind, almost always a solo fight.

Louis was always battling with their mind, it was the onky way to keep Lou safe.

It was his purpose to take this, the demons (Aka their emotions) did too. And they took full advantage of it.

They did everything you coukd have, mental, emotional, physical, everything.

"Worthless bastard!"

Louis let a shriek of pain as he was thrown to the wall.

"Your suppose protect him, and you let him get hurt emotionally!"

Oh God, not the words.

"I was weak!"

"Of course you were weak, your always weak!"

He was currently arguing with Lou, but it was not him.

He didn't hold the darkness in his eyes that this one had, it was an inner demon.

No, they weren't personalities, they were just voices that haunted them daily. They took a chance to get physical forms when he had fallen asleep.

It fed of his fear, and it knew that he was afraid.

It fucked him up, and it was why he was so insane. Pain was all he knew.

Why was he created for this though? Not someone else?

"Why do you continue to protect him?"

That was an easy answer. "He's like a brother to me.."

"He doesn't even know you exist!"

Anger was speaking to him now.

"I don't care!" He shouted. "It was my purpose to protect him! I will continue to do that even if he never acknowledges me!"

The gauntlet edge cuts into his throat. Blood wells to the surface over fur, dribbling down his neck onto his chest. One hand clutches at the gauntlet desperately, the other moves swiftly enough to block the other.

"Your jealous.." Pride murmurs. "You want him to see you, hear you. But your so afraid that he never will~.."

His vision is getting blurry. Sympathy speaks.

"You are taking control in a few minutes..."

His world goes black before he can protest.

***

(In reality..)

Off

/ɒf/

Adjective

1. Sickly, unwell, or out of sorts, either physically or mentally.

2. that odd feeling of just not being right mean to you.

Lou felt that as he looked around. Something just wasn't right.

Everything was normal of course. People were taling, there was drinking, etc.

But it was the way they were looking at him. Like they were expecting something from him, like he was someone else, like he had grown a second head or something.

He felt uncomfortable.

"Lou, are you alright?"

He just nodded his head.

Then, they heard a door open, it was Ivy.

But she was covered in a red substance. Blood.

What the fuck?..

Thry made eye contact, and he felt as if she was staring into his soul. Like she could know everything about him right then and there.

It was an odd yet thrilling feeling at the same time.

She told them. "I'm going to bed. Blaze, no sex tonight.."

He saw the other pout, but Absentia was quick to make out with him.

He looked towards the rom Ivy had gone in.

Something was off about her, she wasn't as insane as usual, Lou felt something in him wanting to check on her.

But she said not to.

The feeling wouldn't go away, as if someone desperately wanted to do something but coukdn't.

Lou tried to keel his gaze on other things, but found his vision swimming.

He closed his eyes.

***

Dominant

/ˈdɒmɪnənt/

Adjective

1. more important, strong, or noticeable than anything else of the same type.

2. ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority or influence: dominant in the chain of command.

Ivy was sure that she was dominant one. She was the leader of her group, after all.

But why was she questioning herself? Her morals? Everything she stood for?

She had taken full control of the body and Iv, she knew it was cruel of her, but she found a great satisfaction of mentally torturing her sister.

It was a cheap thrill that she wanted to have again and again.

But when she was alone at night, she coukd feel the insanity wash off her, and she felt lke a normal doll.

She felt like what she was doing was wrong, but there was no hope for her.

That was why she enjoyed sleep, she could dream about being normal, of being herself, of being whole again. Not part of someone who isn't supposed to exist.

She shut her eyes....

"Get up..."

...and someone called her name.

She felt someone roughky shake her, and Ivy sleepily opened her eyes.

When she regained focus, she saw it was those red eyes that bore into hers.

But they were different...

They were haunted, tainted, unmerciful.

They stared unblinkingly at her. "I said, wake up.."

No... she thought. No, Louis. Not now...

Not one of these nights, it hadn't happened in years.

He picked her up, and threw her to the floor. Her back hit it, and the pain seered through her.

He wouldn't...

"Louis?" His form stood over her, and she knew he wasn't in his right mind. "You aren't yourself, they've got to you!-"

A finger on her lip, confirming her fear. "Shh, I need to vent. And your the perfect candidate.."

No, not again.

He gentky brought her up, and kissed her lips.

The warmth and the taste of her lips and tongue (and of her blood, metallic and powerful and full of life) intoxicate him beyond belief, and the world tilts and whirls and blurs as he kisses her and she kisses him back.

She has no choice to, she can't protest. She has to help him.

It's her purpose.

His rough hands grip her waist (and he knows that she'll have marks by tomorrow, and that's good because they're there to prove that she's his) and their hips slide together and the friction between their bodies is perfection and he never wants it to end.

He throws her off him into the wall, and he hears her bones crack. If Louis was in the right state of mind, he might have had some sympathy. But he isn't, so he doesn't.

She moans, and he smiles, he is awakening the masochist in her. She refuses to say thst she is enjoying this. But he knows her better.

It's a good thing Lou closed his eyes earlier, Louis didn't want to harm him either (not sexually).

He rushes to her to claim her lips, he knows she is helping him, and he appreciates it.

Ivy, you know it isn't right!.. Ivianna protests, but she goes unheard. I know you don't actually like this. You can do something about it...

What she says is a joke, Ivy does not enjoy this, but her body does. She lets it rule over her actions.

The lips that claim hers says that he is in control, but she protests.

Ivy pushes him off her, and bangs him into the wall. A howl of pain comes off him, and she smirks.

Her eyes say it all.

"Payback"

Louis growled.

Oh she was going to pay for that.

He rushed to her, and banged her head onto the bed rest.

Even he thinks he has gone a bit too far when he hears her whimper.

Ivy whimpered, not acceptable.

He kisses her to make her forget her pain, and gentky lays her on the bed.

Someone once said thst sex was the best medicine.

They didn't know who it was though, and they didn't care.

He kisses her, and takes hers and his clothes off. She submits to him

He impales her with three fingers all at once, her startled moan renewing his efforts as she tried to arch away from the hold he now had on her most intimate area. It was impossible though to get out of it, she was now effectively dangling from his hand and his vigorous thrusts were jarring and slamming her into him then into the wall before she could come to terms with it.

He dipped his mouth lower to take one of her nipples into his mouth and treat it in the same manner he had her neck, the minute he bit down she felt herself squirt all over his fingers and hand.

She tries to gain control by outting his cock into her mouth. She sucks, slurps, does all sorts until Louis is forced to moan from the pleasure that engulfes his mind.

She grasped the base and finally wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, humming and moaning as he bit his fist and arched off the bed. As her tongue worked his tip, I roughly scratched a line from his hip bone to his knee, then massaged the reddened area.

His cum came out sooner than expected.

He growled, and put his tip at her entrance. His red eyes shining in lust and rage.

A deadly combination.

"Never. Ever. Try. To. Gain. Control. Back. I. Am. In. Control. Here." Emphasizing every word with a bone jarring thrust quite proud to the keens, moans, mewls, and groans he received in response.

She came with a scream and began sobbing but too focused on his own pleasures he hadn't noticed till he finished deep within her and felt her shaking not from ecstasy he quickly realized but apparently the methods and intensity of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.

Louis grew concerned, and pulled himself out.

"Hey, hey.." he held her close, his eyes blinking. "What the fuck just happened?.."

"Your inner demons upset you again..."

Shit, he had promised her. Promised Ivianna that he woukd never do this to her again.

"I forgive you.." Ivy smiled tiredly, no, brokenly at him. "My purpose is to help, after all..."

She truly thought that she was just a broken toy. No matter the front she out on, she believed herself to be a spare. And Louis had taken advantage of that.

"What can I do?."

"Hold me." She answered. "Stay..."

He obeyed, it was rhe least he could do.

Their eyes closed, and they fall asleep. Their bodies are tangled together, and they are warm.

Louis wakes up a couple of hours later, grinning.

Ivy wakes up beside him. "What ya doing?"

"Nothing.." He answers. "I just gotta handle some business.."

She doesn't care, and lays back down to fall sleep even if she's going to be alone.

"Goodbye.."

"Bye.." He waves off. "I need to see an old friend...I'l come back later"

He isn't lying, but he doesn't always keep his promises.

Ivy doesn't find it in her heart to care.

She just goes to sleep.

***

Dreams

/driːm/

Noun

1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.

2.  a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

Ox was dreaming without the nightmares for once.

He knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't care, he didn't want to be in reality at the moment.

That was why he was dreaming of kissing Moxy. They had recently become a couple (sort of, due to her and Mandy's open relationship).

He should have felt bad, but he didn't. Looks like he was also a bad guy in this story.

He didn't care though, he was too busy lost in the kiss to know what was going on around him.

"I love you, Mox.." He confesses. "So much.."

"Aww, Ox.." Moxy smiled, but then it turned into a frown. "If only I loved you to.."

"What?"

"You were a good buddy .." She admitted. "But I'm bored with you, I'm moving into Mandy. My heart belongs to her, anyway.."

He noticed her voice glitched just a tad bit. And her eyes glowed red.

But her tone sounded so truthful. He felt the heartbreak that Lou once described to him.

"Bye, Oxie~.." She slapped his face. "She deserves better than you..."

She faded out of his site, then he just stood there.

"What's wrong?.." A voice asked him, he turned around to see Lou. The real Lou. "You look sad, what's up?.."

Ox didn't resist being pulled up into his lap, into a hug. He just wanted comfort from the feeling of emptiness that was threatening to overwhelm him.

"Moxy.." He breathed. "She..She just left.."

"Why?.." Lou turned him to face him. "Would she do that?.."

"I don't know.."

"Well.." Lou's grip on Ox tightened. "I have a reason why.."

Ox gasped from the pain. "Lou, what are you?.."

Blue eyes became red, and his smile became a smirk. "Aw, you flatter me. But I'm not Lou, I'm not my weak side~.."

"Who are you?!" Ox questioned, and he felt a gentle hand around his throat.

He was lifted up, and ever so gently pressed against the floor. "Aww, look at this. Your at my mercy, Ox.."

"What the fuck have you done with Lou?!" He shouted at him, not caring if he was going to die or not. "Where is he?!"

"Oh, that's easy.." His smirk became an amused smile. "He's right here.."

Ox was in shock as Lou appeared right next to him.

"Hey, brother.." The name was hissed in venom. "Nice to see you again.."

His tone was angry, but Ox couldn't find it in him to feel any remorse.

But as he looked at Lou, he noticed a few changes.

His skin was just a little darker, and so was his blonde hair. His eyes were glazed, as if he was in a trance.

But Ox didn't care about those changes, he felt angry at him.

"Ha!" The figure laughed, then his face became enraged. "Even when his brother is here, he's still angry, as if he isn't the bad guy.."

"I agree, Louis.." He smirked. "Ox deserves this. He's nothing but a fucking liar.."

Ox looked at the figure-no-Louis.

"Go Lou.." He cooed. "I need to get back to this.."

He waved Lou off, and he disappeared.

"Now.." His tone got darker. "leT's gEt tO wOrk"

"F-fuck you.."

"No fucking thank you, I just fucked a friend of mine. You wouldn't compare to Ivy.."

He had slept with her, but Ox looked into his eyes. No, he had done something else. He had raped her.

But Ox saw scratches on Louis' arm, they were self-inflicted. Why has he cut himself?

He must have seen Ox's eyes travel down as he forced his sleeve down a bit more.

"Lou despises you, you know?" He chuckled. "He got that memory back, but he didn't tell you.."

Ox's eyes widened, did Lou really?

The hand on his throat tightened, and he gasped for air.

His world went black.

***

Ox woke up, and saw he was in a black space, it was empty.

What was going on?

"You're finally awake.." A voice crooned, albeit in a creepily affectionate way. "It's time to play.."

Ox felt himself being lifted up, and was hit in the head.

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"Hate your friends
I hate your mom and dad
I hope they hate me back
I guess for once, I'm being honest.."

Ox didn't know what was going on. Why was he singing?

"Gotta be a lot that's wrong with you
To wanna be with me
It's kind of sweet when we.."

Lou appeared to him along with Moxy, but they were smirking as if enjoying his current misery.

"We fight until someone's calling the cops
But I never blame it on you
You're so annoying
Four in the morning, you're changing the locks
How could you do this to me? (Oh).."

Lou sang it, and Ox could actually feel his pain.

The loneliness, the abandonment, the anger, the sadness.

"I, I, I only love, love you when you don't love me
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
I, I, I only need, need you when you don't need me
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?"

Ox saw himself fighting with Lou once, it was like a portal opening to him (a small one).

They were struggling with the portal, and he heard that infamous line.

"yOu wEre goNna leAve mE, jUst liKe tHe othErs!."

Then the dolls came and retrained him.

"I hAte yOu.."

The window shut.

"Apologise, never apologize
You hate the way I lie
So here you go, I'm being honest
Narcissus, come on, give us a kiss.."

Moxy came up to him, and lightly pressed a kiss to his lips. Then she pulled away to scratch at his cheek. He fell the the ground in shock.

"Worthless doll.." She whispered. "You don't deserve anyone.."

He didn't reply.

"Let's have some fun with it
It's kinda sweet (it's kinda sweet).."

No, it wasn't sweet. This game was sickening.

"Four in the morning, you're changing the locks
How could you do this to me? (Oh).."

Louis appeared looking in pain, his hair was messed up, and he looked like Lou when he had found him.

"hOw coUld yOu dO tHis tO uS?.."

Ox was terrified.

"I, I, I only love, love you when you don't love me
Oh, baby, so, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
I, I, I only need, need you when you don't need me
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?"

"Why do you love me, Ox?.." Lou clicked his tongue. "Is it because I helped you out once? Or were you just using me for my status? You deserve to rot in hell.."

Ox shook Lou's shoulders. "Please, snap out of it!"

"If I'm fucking crazy, you're fucking crazy
We're all fucking crazy
Why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
I, I, I only love, love you when you don't love me
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?"

"It's useless loving me, Ox.." Lou spoke solemnly. "I will always be alone, everybody goes away eventually.."

"Just like you did.." Moxy chuckled sadisticly. "We all did.."

Ox couldn't speak anymore, he felt like he was frozen in place.

"Yeah (why do you love me?)
We fight until someone's callin' the cops
But you never blame it on me (oh).."

Another portal showed, and it made him see a very bad time when he first arrived at imperfection.

"You-you don't like me?" Lou stuttered. "What did I do?"

"You put me through hell on training!"

"I have no choice!"

"You do, your the leader! Your perfect!"

"No, I'm not.."

The mirror left, and Ox swore that he felt a tear come down.

"I, I, I only love, love you when you don't love me
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
I, I, I only need, need you when you don't need me (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)"

Ox felt a shiver go down his spine as he felt a breath go on his neck.

Louis chuckled. "He doesn't need you, no one does. Just die.."

"So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
If I'm fucking crazy (if I'm fucking crazy)
You're fucking crazy (you're fucking crazy)
We're all fucking crazy (oh, baby)"

"Just die.." He repeated. "I hate you, brother. We all do.."

Ox felt something stab him, it was a knife.

"Hell, even Moxy uses you for a good fuck.." He chuckled again. "She loves Mandy, she just lust for you. Your so ugly that even another uglydoll uses you.."

No, that wasn't true!

The last bit was sung softly.

"Why do you, why do you, why do you love me?
I, I, I only love, love you when you don't love me (don't need me, don't need me)
So, why do you, why do you, why do you love me?.."

It was sung with so much pain from Louis, it almost made Ox feel sympathy for him.

The Lou appeared in front of him.

"Lou.." His copy cooed. "Push him in the furnace.."

What? Ox looked behind him, and saw the fire.

"No, Lou!"

A hand went over his mouth. "Don't you want Ox to feel you pain? I know you want to?"

Lou looked like he was conflicted, then his eyes hardened.

He smirked. "With pleasure.."

Ox felt hands push him into the flames.

Everything went black as his back touched the flames.

***

(In a dream/Flashback)

Patience

/ˈpeɪʃ(ə)ns/

Noun

1. is the quality of waiting calmly without complaining.

2. the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious.

Lou was absolutely losing his fucking patience.

"What's wrong?" He turned to see Ivy have a concerned face at him. "Is it our playmate?"

There was a man currently unconscious on the floor.

"Nah.." He snorted. "It's just that he won't fucking wake up..."

"Ah yes, this is a problem.." Absentia chuckled. "It's too bad that Phoenix and Blaze coukdn't join us, she always is one for mental torture.."

Is Lou wasn't a empty being eight now, he might have actually felt sympathy for the guy.

But he was too broken right now to care.

Ivy chuckled. "Guys, he's waking up.."

Finally, he took his sweet ass time...

'I know...'

"Hey, mate.." Lou smiled. "I'm sorry, but you've done us wrong, so you have to be punished.."

"Mmm!"

He was tied to the wall with chains from his arms, kneeling down on the flagstone floor, head bent towards hell as if he had no strength to raise it to heaven.

Lou chuckled. "Why did you torment Ivy?"

When he didn't answer, he shrugged, grabbing the knife from the handle and throwing it at him. It struck the back of his neck, and he reeled like a wounded animal, howling.

"It's such a pity when your toys don't cooperate," Lou tutted,springing off her seat to stride over to the man on the floor writhing in pain, running a finger down his scalp to his neck and jerking the knife out of his skin.

That's it...

He gave out a strangled yelp, and she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, making him look at her.

"Why did you do it?"

The man coughed up blood. "I was paid by Maddison.."

"That bitch.."

Let me have control..

Lou let him.

He felt himself grabbing a knife, and plunging the knife into his mouth through his cheek, and the screams echoed through the room.

That's just part of his punishment..

"Absentia, kill him."

"Okay.." She shrugged, and made a cold face as she dragged the screaming man out of the room.

She distanced herself emotionally before a kill.

Ivy punched his arm. "Good kill, rookie.."

He smiled. "Thanks"

***

(In reality...)

Confusion

/kənˈfjuːʒ(ə)n/

Noun

1. the state of being bewildered or unclear in one's mind about something.

2. uncertainty about what is happening, intended, or required.

Lou opened his eyes, confused. What was that?

He was in the same place as before, but in a different position.

He tortured that doll as if it was normal, and he enjoyed it. The memory was foggy, but he could still remember quite a bit.

He remembered the word 'torment' the most. What the fuck had that doll done to deserve it?

And why did he feel just a little giddy that he had done it?

He couldn't tell if these were someone else's emotions or his, they fekt completely foreign.

He saw that the others were still asleep.

He turned on the tv.

"Reports are that Hayden and William are in hospital.."

The rest of the word drowned out. Why didn't he feel sympathy?

Because he deserved it...

Lou shivered, and hung his head. He felt really happy, yet guilty...

Because knew that the voice was right.

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